“Don’t let go Paul.”He captured it again, and again she lifted away andagain it escaped.“Hold on Paul, suck harder.”“I don’t want to hur... you.”“Don’t worry about hurting me Paul.” The nipple, wetand hard, slid across his lips again. Paul’s world became all breast. His mouth was full ofnipple. Soft breast-flesh kept pressing over his nose,making him snuffle like a puppy. His arms were trappedby her legs so he had to struggle his head from sideto side to breathe. Each time her nipple escaped. Well one more thing I do not write stories to get appreciation from you guys, I started writing because I thought to share my experiences with you.Many mails came in my inbox by saying, we are not interested in knowing your experiences write something about sex with your bro, husband or anybody but we do not want any lesbian thing. One mail was regarding one offer would you like to do lesbian sex with me & many other more things. Guys I am not writing stories as you may want it to be. I am. I don't think she had an orgasm but she certainly felt mine.When my orgasm subsided I weakly lifted up us on the bed with my sister still on top of me and me with my hard cock buried in her by now wet cunt and I fell asleep. Sue must have slept too because when I woke up about an hour later she still lay on top of me but my cock had slackened and slipped out.I lay there for a while feeling how my sister's light body felt heavy on top of me. I thought I should wake her up but didn't know how to. It gives me another twenty-four hours to build our response.”“Our response?”“Officer Reaper...”“Hey, everybody, call me Grim,” I said.She looked at me curiously. “Ummm, no. The Grim Reaper ... it might be very humorous as a nickname in the Army or on the police force, but it’s too negative for what we’re looking for. We are looking for something more professional. It needs to be Officer Reaper in all our communications,” she told the others. They just nodded. “Graham, until we get you through.